Nora I'm pretty sure somebody just picked up the cup unthinkingly and set it down where it doesn't belong and did not even notice what their hands were doing for whatever distracting reason.

People do this. Our bodies do a lot of automatic behaviors.

Did you check the backpack?

Yes.

Tom was going to go run some errands anyway at lunch. So hopefully he will find it wherever it has been mistakenly put, which is the most likely scenario.

Sorry for the freakout. I know it reads as mundane and kinda hysterical but it is seriously pinging me. The fact that my sorta insane and unmedicated friend who hates me now has joked many times about freaking people out by sneaking in their houses and moving or taking random things as a "Scooby-Doo" tactic of intimidation is also in the back of my head. Plus the fact that other everyday things have just up and disappeared as of late, things that the owner/user (either Tom, myself, or S.) could SWEAR were in a particular place, then gone in the morning.

Logically, I know it's just misplaced or whatever, but the number of events seem to be increased lately, and I just am wired up to 11 about this morning.

I am really trying to fight the fearful nefarious conclusions my stupid paranoid lizard brain is jumping to.

I am pretty certain S. doesn't have anything to do with it. As mentioned, no need to lie/cover up over something so stupid.

Anyway. I know this is eye rolly to the extreme.

It's not eye-rolly. It just makes me feel sorry for you and Tom. I know what a frustration that sort of misplacement/disappearing act is. I didn't mean to minimize it. I hope you find it and feel better about it, too.

Nora, it's not eye rolly at all. There are reasons why you're reacting this way, and you came here to ask us to help you calm down. That's what we're here for.

I'm sure it's gonna be fine, but in the meantime, know we're here to help you calm down and think of other options.

I didn't mean to minimize it.

You're not. I'm just also freaking out that my brain is broken and I'm paranoid about people coming to get me and should I call my psychiatrist?

Dude. I am not OK in the head today. Building off the awfullness of yesterday. Ugh.

I am pretty certain S. doesn't have anything to do with it. As mentioned, no need to lie/cover up over something so stupid.

I'm not so sure about this -- it's sort of a knee-jerk left over from childhood (when the kid gets caught with a ball in hand, standing next to a broken lamp and says, "I didn't do it!") for some people.

YAY for Raq in D.C.! I'm so looking forward to all my new Buffista neighbors! Hil and I can even try on each other's shoes!

In the spirit of being a lame duck here at work, I am leaving early today.

Pop Tarts!

however, I will share the best part of the day. One of our slightly off -center library patrons came in today. all happy when we got the the answer to her question. her actual response: " I love the library. When God doesn't give me the answer, I come here."

I suggested a new slogan to our director from this: "Libraries: Second only to God."

Nora, I hope you find your travel mug. What a creepy thing.

Thanks, Aimee. I'm settling back into normal thinking now so I'm not quite as scared of my brain. This has just been a shitty mental health week, for reasons I can't even begin to get into. In related and hopefully good news, I now have an actual pysch medication plan prescribed by an actual psychiatrist. so, ya know, yay.

Thanks for the venting opportunity. This is one of those things that definitely helps to say out loud to as many people as possible in order to chase the paranoia away.

This has just been a shitty mental health week

I am so sorry for that. In so many ways, it's so much LESS draining and mind-fucky to have a horrible flu or cold. I'd much rather have those than have a shitty mental health week. Blech. {{{Nora}}}